Rong Shu nodded, "Then how about I just make a few home-cooked dishes?"
"Okay, I'm here to help." Fu Jingting stood up.
Rong Shu looked at him suspiciously, "Can you help me?"
"Is there any problem?" Fu Jingting asked.
Rong Shu touched the bowl in her hand and said, "You have never been in the kitchen. Are you sure you can do it?"
It's not that she looks down on him.
But since he was born, he has lived a pampered life and has never done any trivial things.
His hand is not used to hold a kitchen knife, but a pen.
So, she really didn't believe that he could help.
What's more, she has never done any housework since she was a child. The reason why she knows how to cook was because she was forced out by Wang Shuqin during the six years of marriage.
She didn't know how to do it before getting married.
Fu Jingting's handsome face turned serious when he heard Rong Shu's questioning words, "I can do that."
Men, never say no.
Furthermore, when he was in Kimchi Country, he learned how to cook hangover soup online, which was considered a master of the kitchen.
So it shouldn’t be a problem to help...right?
Fu Jingting thought so in his heart.
When the Rong family saw that he said he could do it in such a serious tone, they no longer doubted that he couldn't do it.
After all, he dared to say that, so I guess he must be quite capable.
Moreover, he knows a lot and does other things very well. It would be no problem to help out in the kitchen.
Thinking of this, Rong Shu pointed in the direction of the kitchen, "Since you want to help, then come."
After saying that, she walked towards the kitchen.
Fu Jingting followed her step by step.
Coming to the kitchen, Rong Shu took out the dishes she would be cooking for a while from the refrigerator.
She put melons and fruits directly into the sink. There was only one portion of water spinach, which she put into a small basin and handed it to Fu Jingting.
Fu Jingting took it with a blank look, "This..."
"Pick it." Rong Shu pointed to the small basin, "After picking it, just put it in the basin."
"Okay..." Fu Jingting took the basin and looked at the water spinach in the basin. He was completely confused.
How to pick this vegetable?
Hasn't this vegetable been picked?
How else to pick it?
Fu Jingting stood there holding the basin, his eyes darkened, he had no idea what to do.
Seeing that he was motionless, Rong Shu asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, I'll go outside to pick it." Fu Jingting lowered his eyelids and replied.
He definitely can't say that he doesn't know how to pick this vegetable.
He had just boasted about Haikou, saying that he would definitely be able to help, but as a result, he couldn't do it on the first task she gave him. Not to mention the shame, she might even be disappointed with him.
So he might as well go out and quietly search the Internet for how to do it.
When Rong Shu heard Fu Jingting's words, she didn't suspect that he was looking for an excuse to go out and didn't want her to know that he couldn't pick vegetables.
She thought that the kitchen was not big, and it was indeed a bit crowded for two people to stand in it, so she nodded and agreed, "Go ahead, there is a trash can outside, just throw the unnecessary parts into the trash can."
"Yeah." Fu Jingting responded and went out with the basin.
When he came to the living room, Fu Jingting walked to the dining table and sat down, put the basin in his hand on the table, then took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his pajamas, unlocked it, took a photo of the water spinach in the basin, and then used this photo to search.
Soon, all the information about this dish in the basin popped up.
After reading the introduction of this dish, Fu Jingting finally understood what Rong Shu meant by picking.
He smiled, turned off his phone and put it down, and started picking vegetables.
Ten minutes later, Fu Jingting looked at his masterpiece in the basin and raised the corners of his lips.
It looks pretty good, Rong Shu should be satisfied, right?
Fu Jingting stood up, picked up the basin and walked to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Rong Shu was chopping vegetables, her movements were neat and beautiful. Within a few seconds, she cut a zucchini into neatly-sized pieces.
Hearing the footsteps, Rong Shu put down the kitchen knife in her hand and turned around. She saw Fu Jingting coming in with a basin and asked with a smile: "Have you picked it yet?"
"Yeah." Fu Jingting nodded.
"Quite fast."
"Let's see how it goes?" Fu Jingting handed the basin over, with unnoticeable tension and expectation in his tone.
Although he thinks he picked it well, Rong Shu may not necessarily think it is good.
So there is definitely some tension.
At the same time, he also hoped that Rong Shu would think that he picked well, so that she might be able to praise him.
"Let me take a look." Rong Shu took the small basin and grabbed the water spinach picked in the basin with her hands. She raised her beautiful eyebrows twice and said, "Not bad, the picking was very good."
She looked at him in surprise.
It's really good, there are almost no old poles, and the lengths are pretty consistent.
It can be seen that he is really careful about picking vegetables.
Hearing Rong Shu's approval, Fu Jingting finally let go of his worries. The corners of his mouth curved deeper, and there was even a hint of pride on his face, "It's okay, I just performed normally."
The corners of Rong Shu's mouth twitched, "You are really rude."
Fu Jingting chuckled, "Is there anything else you need my help with?"
Rong Shu poured the water spinach into the sink, turned on the faucet, and prepared to wash it. While washing, she nuzzled at the cabinet next to her, "Take out the dishes and chopsticks inside and put them in the disinfection cabinet for disinfection."
"Disinfection, right?" Fu Jingting nodded, walked over and opened the cupboard.
There were many exquisite dishes and chopsticks in the cupboard, and Fu Jingting didn't know which ones to take.
After thinking about it for a while, I finally decided to just pick up a set.
Fu Jingting reached out and picked up the bowl closest to him.
As a result, as soon as he took the bowl out of the cupboard, the bowl slipped directly from his hand, and then fell to the ground under his stunned gaze.
There was a snap.
The bowl fell heavily to the ground, making a crisp sound and breaking into several pieces.
Rong Shu heard the sound and knew what had happened. She quickly turned around, looked down at the bowl on the ground, and asked in surprise, "Why did this bowl break?"
Fu Jingting pursed his red lips apologetically, "Sorry, the bowl was too slippery. I couldn't hold it with one hand and just dropped it."
He didn't expect that he would just pick up a bowl and actually drop it.
He even wondered if he was too useless.
"So that's it." Rong Shu nodded, indicating that she understood, and then looked at Fu Jingting and asked with concern, "Then you are not injured?"
"No." Fu Jingting shook his head, then looked at her and moved his thin lips, "Rong Shu, aren't you angry?"
Rong Shu tilted her head, "Why are you angry?"
"I dropped the bowl." Fu Jingting pointed to the fragments on the ground.
Rong Shu smiled and said, "It's just a bowl, and it's not a valuable thing. If you drop it, just drop it. Besides, it's because I didn't think carefully. I didn't expect that your left hand is not healed yet, and it's inconvenient to do things with one hand, so even if
If you want to blame, I can only blame myself. Okay, you go and stand aside and I will clean it."
"I'll do it." Fu Jingting took the initiative to take the job.
In his opinion, he broke it and should clean it up.
However, Rong Shu waved her hand and said, "It's inconvenient for you to hold the broom with one hand, so just let me do it. I'll finish the cleaning quickly."
After saying that, she took the broom behind the door and started sweeping away the debris.
Fu Jingting stood there, looking down at his hanging left arm, and sighed helplessly.
He doesn't know when his arm will heal.
He is really looking forward to getting well soon. At least this way, he can do something to help without feeling like a useless person.